What of this! ?
Her sweet madness beautiful as snow;
that by starlight! The rushes lean over her wide!
The intoxication of her insanity draws me close.
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I will not change,
this is who I am.
You can mock me,
I will not give in.
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Here I stand,
your doorway's closed;
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In stillness - I wait for thee.
When time beat still - I wait for thee.
When my troubles are great
and burden my heart;
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What are we?
A dream none-the-less
or perhaps just maybe,
a lost shepherd's sheep?
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There once was a lady by the name of Ladylove,
who was said to be a saint sent from above.
But no one knew just who she was;
a ghost indeed was she, was she.
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Reflection
By: Adam M. Snow
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No Rest for the Weary
By: Adam M. Snow
There's no rest for the weary;
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I am love's profound lost love,
I fade each night away.
I have gained nothing yet lost all,
grasping the perpetual sway.
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